It’s Just Not Possible There’s Laws Against It
by: Diane Sutton
Part 2
It’s been awhile since I have been forced into my new female role. In addition, by now my body and mind had been bombarded by those subliminal messages for over 7 months on a constant timetable that was relentless. I’m now quite comfortable with the shape of my body as it is, but I know I still have a ways to go with the final surgical procedures to make me the complete female I was (or at least thought I was). I didn’t want to stop my progress and could only think and feel that what I was doing and had done to me was for my own good.
As I had written prior to this, I had no idea of what was happening to me. I believed myself to have been born a female by means of the subliminal messages I had received and at no time and in no way was I ever to think differently. I had been pummeled with the mind-altering messages as I continued to submit to "Crystal’s StorySite."
Until Crystal allowed me a glimpse of my prior life and the changes taking place to my body and mind I had no inkling of the changes forced on my person. The things I am writing about now are some of those changes and events. I can remember them, but for the most part, they seem to be like a dream to me. As time passes, I’m forgetting many of the events that have transpired and will undoubtedly I will never be allowed to remember most of them or my prior life as a man.
Things have progressed to the point that I have an appointment with a surgeon that will eventually give me my Gender Reassignment Surgery when and if it’s decided to go all out with my gender change. I have no doubt that it will take place even though they have said it may not happen. As for now, my doctor will be giving me a few facial changes as deemed necessary by those demonic authors.
I cannot find enough words to describe those inhuman beings that have done this to me. I hope they all pay for what they’ve done to me. Hell, I’m turning into a female! How would you feel if they did this to you? I never asked for this in the first place. Wasn’t there some kind of policing policy where someone would find out what was happening to me?
Well, with the information I’m allowed to have at this time, I don’t doubt their resolve to finish me. They’ve come this far with their fantasy girl and seem to be finding the thought of doing something like this exhilarating. It’s as if they’re on drugs or something with the high they seem to get from this experiment. Well, at least that’s what Crystal has led me to believe. The surgery as I said I’m scheduled for at this time is for some facial changes. I’m to have my nose fixed into a more upturned look along with making it smaller and some of the work will also entail the changing of my eyes, jaw and cheekbones.
The surgeon that will be operating on me is located in Montreal, Canada. They have this clinic that caters to people seeking a gender change and other procedures to feminize males. It’s apparent that they have set up an extensive program that even has a house where all those seeking these types of procedures stay, they call it the "residence." You’re brought to the house (residence) before and after the operations so that you can feel comfortable and at ease. Hell, they even pick you up at the airport with a limousine when you arrive if you’re flying in for the treatments.
The residence is always occupied with someone who is in the process of a gender change or related medical change. They have a registered nurse available at the house at all times, so that someone qualified to help you is there both before and after your operations.
The doctors are some of the top in the field dealing with Gender Reassignment Surgery and use the latest techniques. Their reputation is such that they have an extensive backlog of transsexuals who schedule the operations years in advance.
The Clinic or as they liked to be called "The Centre Metropolalitain de Chirurgie Plastique (CMCP)" is located in Montreal, Canada. I had been programmed to go to their site: www.grsmontreal.com/welco.htm and have myself evaluated for treatment. However, the truth be known, they had all my personal information already on hand. I still don’t know if someone on the staff was associated with "StorySite." However, what other conclusion could anyone come to with, with them having all my medical and personal records on hand?
I’ve been brainwashed to believe that this change in my appearance is all my idea and I have been happily looking forward to my new feminized looks.
With what I had looked like some 7 months before I couldn’t wait to return to what I believed my former female body.
I’m now just getting comfortable being able to fit into a size 10 and my breast development is coming along quite well I might add. I really like my growing breasts and the feeling of them when I move around and they jiggle and sway.
I’m like a little girl who’s just discovered there are more things in life than just playing with dolls that can make her happy. The only thing about them is that they aren’t exactly symmetrical but that’s normal for most females as one breast will almost always be a little different in size or shape from the other.
Don’t get me wrong. My breasts look terrific but I can notice the slight difference between them. But you know what? They still have a little ways to go before they stop growing and by that time, they may be perfect. I can’t wait, every time I think about them I get that fabulous feeling only a female gets knowing one of her most valued assets are turning out to be something she can enjoy the rest of her life. And with luck maybe some others will get to enjoy them as well. I giggle now a lot just thinking of these things.
My programming, which was now deeply imbedded within my mind also made it quite impossible for me to do anything about what I was now able to remember. The only freedom that I was given by Crystal was my ability to write about it as if it were a fantasy story that would be listed at a future time on her "StorySite". I apparently was being turned not only into a female, but I was to write about my experience so that those who knew of my former self could see my true reactions to the brainwashing and body changes taking place.
This would give the authors first hand knowledge of how the subliminal messages and drugs had affected me. In addition, something’s would have to be changed with the next subject, if they should wish to do the same thing to some other unsuspecting sucker like me in the future they would have this information available.
Since I could at this time realize what was happening to me I hoped that they would never do this again. Hell, I hoped they would stop what was going on with regards to me and change me back to my male gender. But I couldn’t do anything about what I was remembering. I would just giggle out loud saying something like "why would I want to be a male".
I’m sue you must all know having read the first part of my transformation all I knew was that I was for the most part now Diane Lewis. A female, and it was now a little over 7 months since I had stumbled onto "Crystal Sprites StorySite" and fell into her trap.
The intervening months had done quite a job on me as for my appearance and mind set. The subliminal messages form "StorySite" along with the combination of female hormones were constantly reinforcing my feminization, And to me it seemed only normal that I should feel this way while under the spell of Crystal.
If you had not been one of the original authors when their plan had been formulated you would have had no idea that Crystal’s private chat room for these authors would have had been so active, let alone know what was going on in that room. It never seemed to be without members talking with each other on the progress of their subject of transformation. At times there were so many authors trying to get into the Chat room it couldn’t handle the flood of messages and would shut down. This was corrected by Crystal when she informed the authors that only by appointment would they now be allowed to enter the Chat room. This caused some consternation amongst the authors but was generally welcomed and no further problems were experienced when it was finally instituted. After all, Crystal had a lot to do besides this little project.
It was agreed that no new author would be told of the ongoing transformation of Diane Lewis, some of the newer authors seemed to have higher morals and it was decided that the original group had more than enough members in it already. You know the old saying "don’t rock the boat".
The transformation of Diane was a constant discussion of the group. Nothing else seemed to matter to these people. It seemed that not one of the authors thought that the subject would have progressed as fast as he was now being considered a she had come. With that initial contact with the subject and now Diane as she was being called was taking on the role of a Transsexual girl as if she was born a real gender girl, one with almost no hint of her former life as a male.
One of the authors postulated that the reason for Diane making such extraordinary progress in accepting her transformation into a female was that somewhere deep in her psyche she had always thought that maybe she was a girl. This statement being given by an author who was a psychologist and a Transsexual herself which gave credence to her theory and many of the group of authors agreed that it could be possible for the subjects readiness to accept her fate.
After all, she proposed that the subconscious was so complex that most of us don’t know what lurks within our own minds let alone those of others. She stated while in the chat-room that all that was necessary was that the subject just has to be given the proper stimulation to release the minds hidden feelings.
The subliminal messages being sent by the Internet site were doing wondrous things to Diane as far as the authors were concerned. They were going to finish the project that they had started and apparently most were convinced that it was for the good of Diane to cumulate it with the final step, That being Gender Reassignment Surgery, yes a sex change to give me a vagina.
At this time Crystal decided she needed some other help with the messages she was sending and contacted another web site where she was able to obtain more tapes with much stronger hypnotic power to help her. They were made up with the instructions Crystal gave them and then she sent them to http://www.hypnovision.com who would make the tapes up and send them directly to me. Girl when I put them into my tape player I couldn’t get enough of them.
This had been a major topic for the group of authors and at one point became a contentious item with some of the membership asking if this was ethical. While another group lead by Crystal Sprite came back that what they had accomplished to this point was indeed very unethical but they had nothing to loose at this time.
Crystal taking the lead in the discussions when she was online had brought up the point that ALL the authors had agreed to the transformation as outlined in their original scheme. All in fact had sent e-mails confirming this fact and with that revelation, the subject was no longer brought up excepting for one condition.
To placate those that had questioned the steps being considered as to Gender Reassignment Surgery it was decided to put off the operation until a newly formed committee of authors had evaluated Diane first hand in person after the next stage of her transformation. They reasoned if Diane was totally at ease with her body and femininity and felt like she really was a female then they would give their evaluation report to the authors and have a final vote on the outcome. That would be the only concession to be made on the subject.
Dawn, my newly acquired girlfriend that I thought I had met accidentally was indeed meant to get my confidence. She had been given explicit instructions to be at that Harmon Discount store at the precise time I was to get there. She herself had been sent a subliminal message by Crystal to make sure I was taken care of. Those authors wanted to have someone available to see over me and make sure that I wouldn’t be able to break the spell they held on me.
Dawn herself had been programmed without her knowing it, but would never find out about it. Dawn’s own transformation was many years ago and that’s another story. Dawn herself at this time had thought that she was a Transsexual all her life. However, unknown to her, she herself had been turned into a Transsexual girl without her knowing anything about the cruel trick of a close friend.
Early on, it seems that Dawn had called me as she said she would. We got together the next day. Dawn was so beautiful that I was infatuated with her and could do nothing to stop the feelings I had for her. This was part of the plot that Crystal had formulated on her very own. She knew Dawn personally and besides the agenda that the authors had, Crystal had one of her own. This was something none of the others knew about and she hoped they would never find out. It was something she had hoped for many years now. And now she could see a way of accomplishing her own plan with regards to Dawn using myself as the means of completion of her scheme.
Since it was Crystal who had sole responsibility for the insertion of the subliminal messages as no one else had the capability to do so, she could pretty much do as she pleased and no one would know that she had an agenda of her own that would coexist with the original plan for Diane’s change into a female.
When Dawn came over that first day, she brought along a tape player with headphones and a bunch of tapes with easy listening music on them. The idea was for me to listen to the music whenever I wasn’t on the computer or out shopping. All the tapes contained subliminal messages that would reinforce my training to become a Transsexual girl. Some of the tapes didn’t have anything on them or at least that was what I thought at the time. However, they were special tapes that still had a message on it but, they had no sound you could hear. They were silent and just made you forget to turn off the tape machine.
I can remember few of the discussions with Dawn back then and things that happened to me so, while I can I will relate them to you as I write this to warn you not to indulge in these stories as you yourself may fall victim to the same trap I fell into.
I’m the living proof that this could in fact happen to anyone with the per chant for reading these stories. You may think that you’re only reading some science fiction or transformation story about how the male species of the human race is being systematically changed into a female, but you may in fact be walking down the same primrose path that I took. And if you remember from the first installment of my story, I had never been to any site like this before. So, please be careful what you wish for.
I’m totally convinced at this time that there just can’t be people out there that would want this tragedy to happen to them. It wouldn’t be and couldn’t be possible, could it?
NO! I’m sure, no one would want this to happen to him or her. If they knew what the consequences would be, they wouldn’t be rational if they did want it to happen to themselves. Why would someone who was born a male want to change into a female? And have to put up with all the mood swings and constant attention to your body to do this willingly would surprise me. Why??
Just when I will loose my ability to remember my former life and what’s happened to me is unknown to me at this time so I must hurry and relate what I know while I can. My mental block can be triggered anytime with just the click of a mouse or possibly an internal clock put in my brain by those subliminal messages from "Crystal’s StorySite " or the CD’s I’m constantly listening too.
I hope I can post my recollections of my transformation to that of a female so that someone can put a stop to my persecutors.
My body is so much changed now with the Liposuction that I have had, that I’m now constantly feeling myself up, moving my hands up and down my new feminized body just to get the sensation of my new hourglass figure. I can’t stop this, if only I could. Yes, I apparently had some removal of fat done during those first few months. This together with my constant wish to wear a corset to define and shape my figure has had a profound effect on not only my body but also, my femininity. I love the way my body’s contour now looks as it makes that narrowing shape around my new waist, and the increasing size of my hips and breasts.
After the first few weeks, I had become quite comfortable with myself, and my new identity. Every day I awoke in my new bedroom wearing a skimpy baby doll. Most of the time I wore the skimpiest of nightgowns to bed, you would call them baby dolls. Black see thru with pink lace around the edging, white ones with pink highlights, pink ones just so many colors and I could always smell the slight fragrance of perfume and knew that I must have put some on prior to going to sleep. I just couldn’t remember putting on anything let alone going to bed.
The tapes that I was now getting from Dawn on a regular basis would still be playing through the speaker system that was now installed throughout the house. I was listening to them all the time and only used the headphones when I went outside for a walk with my little tape player hanging from my shoulder.
Those dam tapes; if only I knew what they were doing to me, I could have trashed them and maybe regained my control over my mind.
I can remember the first time awakening after moving into my new bedroom. As I moved about the bed still a little sleepy I had brushed up against the doll that was my constant companion whenever I slept alone in bed. This was the doll that had been left by the prior owners of the house and was lying next to me. I had picked up the doll and looked at it, inspecting it, as I never had before. It was so beautiful with its brunette hair, it also had some highlighting to it as it fell to the sides of her face, sparkling blue eyes and fair complexion. The dress was a beautiful white wedding dress made with satin, lace and pearls attached to it in various places. She had an exposed corset, which gave her a delicate and heavenly hourglass figure with the long train of the dress having a pink border of lace.
The use of the doll was Crystal’s idea, she had used something like this in one of her stories and thought that it would be just darling to bring it into my new world. She apparently has a sense of humor along with her computer skills. At least that’s what she must have thought about it. I could only follow her instructions as I was totally under her control.
I marveled at this doll and the ability of the doll maker to make it look so life like. The dolls face was somewhat familiar but I couldn’t put my finger on it. Maybe someday I would be able to figure it out but for now, it eluded me.
Just why this day I paid particular attention to it was unknown to me, but I can tell you this, I could feel that it had some significance for me in the future. Try as I might I couldn’t place the importance of this fascination I had with the doll.
After some time holding her, I put her gently down and swung my legs out from beneath the covers so that I could go to the bathroom. That’s when I could see the matching thong to the baby doll nightie I was wearing. I also noticed at that time I had painted my toe nails a pink color and that my fingernails were longer with the same color on them as on my toe nails.
I knew my nails weren’t that long and had figured I had put on some of the fake nails I had purchased with Dawn’s help and had coated them with nail polish prior to going to bed sometime during the first few weeks of my transformation. That could be the only rational explanation I could come up with as no one else lived with me. Why I couldn’t remember these things didn’t seem to bother me as much as it should have. It seemed almost nothing would bother me with all the brainwashing being done by that subliminal information passing into my brain.
For just a brief time I admired the look of my fingers with this very feminine pink nail polish adorning my now longer nails. They really did make me feel good and I couldn’t get over how feminine I was becoming. Heaven knows that I never wanted to return to what I had looked like just a short time ago. I was starting to appreciate my changing back to what I thought was the rightful me, a normal red-blooded girl that would be totally at ease with her femininity.
Apparently, the subliminal messages that I had received for so many days and nights were doing just the thing that they were supposed to do and I was being constantly drawn deeper into the plan being laid out by that "StorySite" on the Internet.
As I walked toward the bathroom, I noticed my reflection in the mirrors that were situated in the corner of the room. Stopping so that I could look at my reflection, I turned to see if I had improved any since my first realization that my hormone balance had gone haywire.
Yes, I did see an improvement, but not as much as I had hoped I would have had. My looks prior to my current condition were that of a male and I couldn’t wait until I could loose the last vestiges of that shape. Even with the Liposuction having reduced my waist I still wanted more. It was only a few months since my start on the path to being turned into a female but already I was looking forward to a complete change into what I had thought was my original gender.
If you could see my baby doll nightie you might consider it a little too small and tight on me, but I bought whatever would give me that sensual look and I was glad I had put it on before going to bed. It was an improvement over what I had been dressing in prior to my realization that I had had a problem with my hormones.
I still had memories of the day that I first realized I had so much hair on my body and had nothing but male clothes in my wardrobe. I was still what I considered overweight but at least now, I had my proper wardrobe back. I had female clothes to put on. I would get rid of most of those male clothes as soon as I could. I just didn’t want any reminders of that first night when I realized I had let my body go to hell.
Finding myself looking somewhat better, I proceeded to the bathroom. There when I looked in the mirror I noticed I needed to shave again and went to the cabinet located opposite the sink for the shaving cream and razor.
As I was about to lather my face after shaking the can of shaving cream, I wondered just how long I would have to endure this unwelcome task. I didn’t have much hair left on my face, just a few spots now, but they still bothered me.
Just as I was about to start to proceed with my shave, I stopped. That little switch I had been programmed with turned on again in my head and I put the razor down. No, I wouldn’t shave today. Today was my appointment for my hair electrolysis to take place and they had made it clear to me that I had to let those unsightly hairs grow a little before they could zap them into oblivion. With any luck this would be my last appointment for facial hair removal.
This was not my first appointment, I had been getting the electrolysis for the last two and half months now and most of my facial hair was gone along with much of my hair on my arms. My leg hair was to be the last to be done if it was to be done that is. The committee had decided that it would be normal for a true gender girl to shave her legs and had approached the authors as a group for their approval of what they wanted to have me do. The authors agreed it would reinforce my femininity training to have me shave my legs and underarms just like any natural born girl, it was her birthright wasn’t it?
With all the clothes purchases and other items that I had obtained for my transformation you would think that whatever money I had would be depleted by now. After all, I did need a complete wardrobe and jewelry along with the medical expenses and miscellaneous items I would purchase for my transformation to a girl.
However, it seems my mentors (those authors) had agreed to pay for all my changes and even the clothing and jewelry that I would need from now on. At least until their newly minted girl was completed. They all agreed that it would be only right to do so since they were getting the one thing they never dreamed would be possible. They would get their very own fantasy girl that they all wrote about in one-way or another. With over 170 of them, they figured it wouldn’t be a burden on anyone of them to chip-in with the money required to fulfill their quest of taking a male and changing him into a Transgendered Girl.
Not only were they willing to put up the money but with the professions of some of the writers they had more than enough members who would and could perform some services for free. That would in essence keep the monetary outlay of cash to an absolute minimum.
One of the first items to be taken care of was my hair condition. This being necessary, as you will agree it is a high profile item that everyone notices on a first encounter with either a man or woman. Crystal had been told of my hair condition by Dawn and she enlisted the help of one of the authors who was registered to do hair transplants and who happened to be one of the best in the business. Even though he was located in New York City I traveled the distance knowing I was doing the right thing. It never seemed to bother me about the cost of the treatments. Something always made me forget about that part of my life whenever I was having something like this treatment.
I had thought the other day about the hair on my head. About the same time as the hair removal of my face and body, I was receiving hair replacement. Actually it was my hair, it was just being transplanted to the thinning areas and to the front of my forehead to give me a female look. Most men had a natural hairline that differed from that of a female even if they had a full head of hair and since my hair was being replanted so to speak, it was decided by the doctor doing the work to make adjustments to reflect my new gender.
Yep, he was also one of the authors and wanted nothing more than to see the progress of my transformation. This way he would also be able to give information on my change when he logged on to the private chat room. There would always be someone in the room who wanted all the details on my progress and they constantly wanted updates on my mental and physical condition.
My looks had improved tremendously as far as I was concerned with all the work done by that hair transplant specialist. When I first went to see him, he had informed me that quite a number of his patients were women and that it was in fact quite common for my type of condition. He assured me that no one would ever be able to know that I had had a problem with my hair.
The salon that was doing my electrolysis was situated in the town of Glen Falls. Last night I had been programmed by the "StorySite" web page to call for my appointments later today so that I would continue with my transformation to a Transgendered girl.
The phone number would be on a piece of paper next to the computer as was always the case when I was ordered to do things such as what I would be doing today. I had written the number on a pad. The clever program Crystal wrote saw to it and I would use that number today. Just something normal for me to do now as were so many other things in my changing life.
At this time, while I’m writing these recalled details to you my faithful readers I just can’t figure out how Crystal could do all this. She must have been awake writing these programs and updating them 20 hours a day. It’s beyond me how she knows how to do these things.
After looking at my appearance for a while being reflected back to me by the mirror above the sink I reached for the bottle of alcohol that was in the cabinet next to the sink. Next to the alcohol was my breast enhancement cream that I had started using. Each day I would clean my breast area with the alcohol by rubbing it on my breasts to get absorb any oils that may body oils that would be produced during the day and when dry I would take a small amount of my breast cream and rub it into the area of my breasts.
I would do this twice a day once in the morning and once in the evening. The results were quite good. By using this procedure I got an extra boost in the size of my breast growth and there was only one thing besides a female breast that would make me happier and that wasn’t to take place at this time.
As I started rubbing the cream into my breasts I could feel the sensitivity of my growing awareness that my body was changing for the better. The feelings I now received intensified, as I would move the cream in a circular motion every so often moving over my nipples. When I did this they would enlarge somewhat and extend outward giving me the desire to touch them even more than necessary.
When I had first started using the cream I didn’t think I would achieve much in the way of results. However with the tablets and spray I was using along with the tea I had gotten from a web site allowed the growth of my breast tissue to be increased in what might be considered a remarkable time frame.
As was my daily procedure I would turn as I applied the cream so that I could see my breasts this allowing me a side view. This never failed to give me an erotic feeling. Just looking at myself, rubbing my breasts knowing that they had grown to a "B" cup, made all the difference in the world to me. I hoped that with my continued application and hormone treatments I’ll get to that elusive "C" cup.
Although now knowing how things work, I may not obtain them as my mother had a "C" cup and I can’t count on getting to her size. Usually you could only get to 1 size below what your mother or sister could obtain.
Having finished with my normal routine I replaced the alcohol and breast cream in the cabinet and turn again to look at my now feminized body appreciating the correctness of what was happening to me.
As I put the cream back in the cabinet I noticed I would need to replenish my supply of it. I sure didn’t want to stop my growth progress now while I was obtaining such remarkable results.
The last thing I did while in the bathroom was to take another container from the cabinet. It was a cream that I would rub into my stomach area and mid section. The company that made it advertised that the cream would help remove some of the fat deposits in that area giving the user a more defined shape. I don’t know if it really has an effect but as they also make the breast cream. I figured I had nothing to loose and everything to gain so to speak. The breast cream sure had an effect on my bust line.
The rubbing of the cream into my body didn’t give me the same feelings as when I rubbed in the breast cream but that was understandable. And after doing this I replaced the cream next to the other products.
Before I went out to the bedroom I lifted the toilet seat cover and sat down to do what we all must do. After I had relieved myself, I took a piece of toilet tissue and wiped myself dry. It seemed that whenever I would enter a bathroom now, even if I didn’t feel like I had to relieve myself I would instinctively sit down and before getting up I would take a piece of toilet paper and wipe myself. Moreover, from now on I always sat down and never had the inclination to stand as a male would. However, one day soon, it wouldn’t matter how I would want to use a toilet. It would be too late and somewhat impossible with my having that final and irrevocable surgery to give me my very own Vagina.
Having completed this last item I went back to the sink and washed my hands and thought about some of the things I would have to do that day.
My body was craving the change now. As everyday it was growing stronger and stronger, willing me to get the help I so desperately needed to regain my womanly physique I had somehow thought I had lost, my RIGHTFUL BIRTHRIGHT.
Another interesting thing that Crystal and the authors had done was to cover all their bases in regards to my identity. As part of the original plan when it was first formulated, all the conspirators understood that their subject (Diane) would have to obtain a new identity that would have to be legal as far as any government or business was concerned.
As this was a real concern to everyone involved with my transformation. You can imagine that if someone found out about me by my old identification all hell would break loose and the whole scheme would come unraveled. They would all go to jail for what they had done to me.
Crystal took it upon herself to ask for help from any author who would be able to assist in this part of the transformation. Even though many of the authors would never divulge their real identities since most of them used female names when writing they did let her know if they could in fact help with what was needed without giving away their desperately kept secrets.
Within the group of over 170 authors were many professional people. Some were doctors, some business executives and others working in legal and medical capacities. They had a couple that also worked for the FBI and other government agencies as well. Whatever would be required would be provided for the total process to succeed. In addition, not one of them would have to let their true identity be known. All that was needed was for Crystal to post the required items that would be needed for the identity switch and whoever could help would use the secure e-mail site which was part of "StorySite" to inform her of what was available.
You would have thought that some of these people involved would have a conscious, Yet, in fact they were so unscrupulous and of one mind set, and that being to make their dream girl come to life, that they would have shocked their co-workers if they would have found out what they were doing.
Not one of their fellow employees of the authors apparently knew about their warped minds and the stories that they wrote and read on the Internet. The stories weren’t really unmentionable or all that bad for the most part. However if it were known these persons actually intended and were in the process of carrying out this plan I’m sure that they would not be looked upon as normal. Some would loose their jobs over it and surely some land in jail. I would hope all of them would land in jail.
Legal documents were filled out with the name of Diane Lewis. The new information on them and any medical forms were completed for whatever would be necessary as to operations and such. These people were professionals in their fields and had the respect of their peers. No one would question their ethics or motives when they were doing their normal jobs. After all they all were members who were highly respected in their chosen professions or jobs. I just have to believe they were all Democrats and Liberals to the extreme left to do something like this.
The plan was implemented with so that any documents that would be needed would be sent to Diane and she would replace any of her former documents with the new ones. She would receive the information from the StorySite web page along with any other reinforcing messages. In this way any contact with any government agency or person would be required and Diane would simply discard the old stuff.
Only in an extreme circumstance would it be allowed for someone to personally meet with Diane to give her any document that she would need. This wasn’t a completely fool proof plan but, it was agreed upon that it would suffice by the newly formed committee as it was discussed in the newly secured chat room.
Even the newly instituted program that the government had put in place in order to read and intercept ANY email communication couldn’t read any of the things pertaining to my transformation. The government program is called ‘ECHELON’ and it’s fully functional at this time.
As the new identification would arrive, I would destroy any of my former papers and replace them with the new ones. This would as they had predicted reinforce my belief that I was a female.
However, let me get back to my day and what transpired after that.
I’m sorry if I seem to be rattling on so much about how these storywriters have changed me into a female, but you mustn’t fall into their trap like I did. Please you must stop them if you can from doing this to someone else, maybe even you! Just look for things I have so far outlined and you may be able to stop them from doing these things to someone else. Please.
My change? You can forget about helping me it’s much too late.
I’ll again try to continue with my odyssey into complete femininity now that I’ve gotten that off my somewhat expanding chest. I’m sorry; really I am for burdening you with my problems.
After brushing my hair and putting on most of my makeup as best I could I weighed myself and was happy to see I had lost another 3 lbs since the last time I had gotten on to the scale. I was looking forward to getting into my size 10 dress. I still wanted to loose some more weight and get down to be able to fit into a size 9 comfortably. After all at just 5’8" I think a weight of 145 pounds should be ok for a normal girl.
Dawn had been right not to purchase too many items on that first day with her when we went shopping. I did loose a lot of weight and I’m now glad that we only bought a few items to start with. None of the original sizes I had needed at first fit me any longer.
Returning to my bedroom, I made my bed and positioned my doll back on the center pillow where she belonged. I just adored that doll and seemed to now want her with me whenever I would sleep.
I seemed to glide over to my dresser and opened one of the draws taking out what I would need for the day. I picked out a lacy stain panty in pink with little white bows at the sides. It was a high cut panty with the sides gracefully curved upward for a fabulous sexy look and the thin thong would slip between the cheeks of my butt. If it could talk it would have said femininity or sexy girl. From the middle draw, I took out a beautiful corset that I had recently obtained from "Wasp Creations". Amy Crowder who makes these exquisite creations could always be counted on for her artistic abilities in her designs.
This one was predominantly pink, made of Bengaline fabric with frilly lace on the edging and piping along with it being sewn on the stays. It had eight matching garters. This was the first one I had gotten that had a built in bra. Amy who had made it for me had never done this before but was such a consummate seamstress that she could do anything if she wanted to. Amy had used her Wasp pattern, as it would allow a 1" pipe stem and it has a more feminine cut to help show off the attributes of the female figure.
Not many males can use the Wasp Corset with a 1" pipe stem, as they typically don’t have the space between their lower ribs and hips to accommodate its shape. However for those who could, oh it would give a much more feminine shape to their body letting anyone who saw them with it on know that they were looking at someone special.
I just adore the Bengaline fabric as it gives off a beautiful shine and seems to shimmer when the light is reflected off it. This one was really for show more than normal everyday use as I had her put quite a bit of lace on it and to tell the truth if I used it too often it wouldn’t wear quite as well as the plain ones I used for daily use do to the extra delicate lace she had sewn onto it. The fabric wears very well but the lace is just a little too delicate but OH the look of it when I’m wrapped in it is nothing short of lets just say SEXY.
Amy is now trying to make a corset with a built in bra however she will not make one for sale if it isn’t done to her most demanding specifications. Oh I so do hope she can make one for me someday. Her work is so lovely and makes me look so hot!
Stepping into my panties, I positioned them over my newly obtained V-String. I had been using it for a few months now and had gotten used it. It was somewhat uncomfortable at first and it took some getting used too but it did improve my looks down there between my legs until I could get my problem fixed properly. I turned and took a pair of Hanes seamless stockings out of another draw and rolling them up trying not to put a run in them with my longish fingernails. I slowly moved the silky mesh up my hairless legs savoring the feeling as the fabric came in contact with more of my leg until they were in position.
I found out the first time that if I didn’t do this now it would be difficult to do after I put on my corset. If you never wore a corset, you can’t understand just how stiff they are when done properly and with this one, in particular with the built in bra it was VERY difficult to bend in. I still get a thrill out of the way my skin feels when I pull up either stockings or panty hose. The feeling of being encased in nylon or silk is heavenly to my senses.
Before putting on the corset I put on the undergarment that I had ordered along with all my corsets. It was made of a stretch material that not only protects the garment from your natural body oils but places a layer of fabric between your body and the corset so that you’re much more comfortable when wearing one. Each one of these undergarments was made for the wearer. And the fact that the wearers shape had always been taken into account by Amy when she made them made for a proper fit.
The corset was next and after having become somewhat comfortable in one for sometime now, I could do a pretty good job of lacing it up by myself. I could actually get it so tight that it would hurt my upper rib cage if I pulled the strings too tight (Amy when making her corsets uses a slightly stiffer boning metal than most other corset makers.) In addition, my hips would be squeezed so tight I would have to let some of the lacing out or it would be much too uncomfortable to wear. I couldn’t fathom how anyone could wear it tighter by having someone else pull the lacing any tighter than I was capable of doing myself as I had read in some of the stories on "StorySite".
I then walked over to my closet and chose to put on a pair of 2" heels. I would seem to always do this, and then go over to the mirrors and look at my reflection. I hadn’t been programmed me to do this. I did it myself for my own gratification. I just couldn’t get enough of myself when I looked into the mirror dressed like this. You can call it vain if you wish but I loved that reflection of myself. Every day I did this I realized I was becoming increasingly feminine, as I should be and today with this particular corset on with the built in bra I could really see the improvement in my bust line. I now had honest to goodness "B" cup size breasts and was becoming more enthralled with my shapely body.
I had gone to one of the Internet sites given to me by my subliminal messages and obtained the necessary hormones and chemicals to help me obtain my breast enhancement. This site was http://www.smallbreastsolutions.com .
After my customary look I went again to my closet and pulled out a somewhat plain brown skirt that came up to mid calf and zipped up the back, also a white blouse with a delicate lace around the neck opening along with a satin camisole. These I put on without too much fanfare and proceeded to the dresser again to obtain a slip that I put on after I had the skirt properly zipped. I found that if I put the slip on first it would ride up on my body and it was so much easier to put the slip on after my short skirts were put on first. I pick out some jewelry that would compliment my clothes and I had gotten my ears pierced during the first week of my transformation.
Now everyday I would wear earrings so that I could feel them move back and forth whenever I would move my head or walk. They not only conveyed my femininity but would show anyone who looked at me that I was a female and proud of the fact. Wearing just gold studs didn’t do anything for me. I now needed the constant knowledge that I was a female.
For all intents and purposes, I was essentially now a girl in mind and body and nothing was going to change me back into a male. And that is exactly what those authors wanted.
If someone had told me I wasn’t a woman, I don’t know what I would have done. There was no way you or anyone could convince me I wasn’t born a female. So good was the now constant brainwashing I was receiving that I even had the memories of being a girl from birth with all the recollections that a little girl would have had.
True I couldn’t remember every day of my childhood but the messages I received gave me just enough to convince me of my female identity and my place in life as a girl.
Having just about completed my morning ritual, I heard the front doorbell chime. I wasn’t expecting anybody today and wondered if it could be someone about the rooms I had intended to rent above the garage. Since I had quit my job, I figured I could use the extra income to defray the cost for the upkeep of my house and to put bread on the table so to speak. I wasn’t hurting for money but the extra income would be welcome and now I wanted someone close to talk to if I should get lonely.
Making my way down stairs, walking thru the foyer, I opened the door to find my girlfriend Dawn standing there with some packages in her hands.
"Hi Diane, I thought I would visit you today and see how your doing."
I was always glad to have Dawn come over to my house.
We hugged and kissed each other on the lips with our tongues eventually entering each other’s mouth intertwining and seeking to bring each of us to a lustful high before going into the house. Dawn and I had become quite fond of each other if you get my drift. Actually we could be considered lovers if you want to put a label on it. Well, LESBIAN lovers to be exact if you saw us together while we made love to each other, if the truth should be told as I saw it I was now more female than male.
Yes, even though I really wasn’t truly complete in my change to the opposite sex at this point in time. As of yet I didn’t know that. Those subliminal messages kept my brain busy with my conditioning to being feminized and it didn’t let me know I was still a male and wouldn’t.
Moreover, the hormones I was now taking were having a substantial affect as well. If you never have taken any hormones, you can’t understand the radical mental and physical changes that take place in the human body.
Dawn was carrying two packages and the conversation went as follows:
"Oh I brought you a gift and the small one was on your doorstep it must have been left by the UPS driver. They never stay too long unless they need your signature for something." She said handing it to me.
"Dawn, I can’t get over how gorgeous you always look whenever I see you."
"Well, if you want we could go upstairs to your bedroom for some extracurricular activity if you want?" was her reply.
"Girl you know that’s not what I was saying now stop that kind of talk or I’ll take you up on it like I did the last time you were here."
Dawn just stopped and looked at me with those bedroom eyes that she could turn on so easily. I knew she wanted nothing more than to get me to that bed. She had taught me so much lately I just couldn’t help but get an orgasm within what seemed like the first few minutes of our love making. I know it took longer than a few minutes, but our passion for each other made it seem that way.
We would make love to each other for hours if we had the time. I had never been able to satisfy any woman as I could now with Dawn’s instructions and expertise. She had this uncanny ability to make me not only do what she needed to come to her orgasm but she would seem to make me feel like I was the only thing that mattered to her when we were together like this. I truly believed I loved her with all my heart. I felt she was turning me into a Nymphomaniac in bed but knew deep down inside it was just the novelty of my newly found art of love making that was turning me on so much. And of course, that of the beautiful body of this girl now standing in front of me at this very moment.
Coming to my senses I continued my conversation with Dawn.
"Dawn if I could I would, and you know that, but I have so much to do today and you know darn well that when we make love we’re never done until noon. Now I don’t want to hear another word about it. Well maybe later when I complete my computer work. We’ll see." I said with a sly smile on my face knowing we would definitely have the time for it.
"Well as long as you give me a chance for later I can live with that Diane." I said as we walked toward the kitchen.
I hadn’t thought about it until now but I no longer got hard down there anymore. It had to do with all the hormones I had been taking lately. They would arrive in the mail or UPS would deliver them. Moreover, I would dutifully take them as prescribed by the labels attached to the bottles.
I had also been given a transdermal estrogen implant from one of the authors who happened to be a doctor and was located in Glen Falls. I had been seeing her on a regular basis now with the help of Dawn who also was under her care. The implant would work for 3 months at a time releasing the estrogen into my system like a time capsule.
Although I knew at that time that Dawn was under the care of the same doctor as I was I had no idea as to why or what her relationship to the doctor was and I couldn’t ask her why due to the block implanted by the subliminal messages I had received.
The other thing that had happened to me by this time was that the hormone supplements that I had received from "Transformations UK" had chemically shut down my testosterone production permanently. This had taken place even before I had gone to the doctor for my first visit.
However, today I had other things that were a priority having been programmed last night by my Internet connection to "StorySite."
As we entered the kitchen, I placed the small package on the table and Dawn placed the larger one on the chair next to her. I then headed to the refrigerator and took out some eggs and bacon.
I had originally thought that I would be relegated to eating almost nothing at all when Dawn had informed me that she had used the "Atkins Diet". She mentioned that it was a low carbohydrate diet and allowed me to eat normal food while it would take off the excess pounds. I would only be allowed some 20 carbohydrates a day for a while but it was worth the effort it took and the will power as the pounds did in fact start coming off.
Dawn opened the cabinet above the sink, and took out some plates and then got the silverware for our place settings. It was always nice having her come over as I really had no more friends who would stop by since quitting work.
"You know Diane, your legs are looking better every time I see you now that you’re loosing so much weight and wearing those short skirts. And I have to tell you that your breasts are looking better too." She said giggling a little at the comment.
This was Dawns way of trying to get me aroused so that she could get me into bed and I knew it. But, I had to stay my course laid out to me the other night on the Internet.
"Dawn now you know I’m on to your little scheme so quit that right now! I told you I have to do other things this morning and we would see about later."
"I don’t know what you’re referring to." Said Dawn with a sly smirk on her face.
As I prepared the meal, we talked about some things that had transpired over the last few months in my life.
I had quit work the following Monday after my first shopping trip with Dawn. That day when I had gotten up, I couldn’t stop thinking about how I had looked and how my coworkers had said nothing about it to me. I was infuriated with them and myself for that matter when I had called my place of employment.
When I did call work to inform them of my termination with the company they didn’t understand what I was so upset about and had tried to talk me out of it. There was nothing I said that was understandable to them about my problem but the programming that I had been forced to endure by use of the subliminal messages sent by Crystal’s "StorySite" web page had taken hold and nothing was going to make me change my mind. Those authors would stop at nothing now that they had trapped an unsuspecting subject and found me to be an extraordinarily receptive subject.
I was too good to be true as far as they were concerned. Yes, they would have liked a somewhat smaller subject and one who wasn’t so heavy to begin with. Now everything else considered I was perfect for their fantasy TG girl. They would mold me and teach me all that would be necessary to make my transformation into the female of their dreams.
It only took a few minutes to cook the meal and as we sat down to eat; we talked about what we had planed for today. I mentioned I had to make a few calls and she had said she had an appointment at the beauty saloon in Glen Falls. I also mentioned I had to go for my electrolysis appointment today if I could get my appointment confirmed. Moreover, I had to be home somewhat early to attend to some things I that had to be done on my computer.
I had started writing a story about a young boy and his friend. I couldn’t tell Dawn about it except that when it was done I would let her read it before I submitted it to the "StorySite" web site or maybe I would just let her find it with some subtle hints so she wouldn’t know I knew anything about it. I was going to submit it under a different name than my own I had thought at the time.
You see unknown to Dawn I was using her as one of my main characters and I wanted her to be surprised. Crystal’s programming of me would not allow me to even talk about the subject matter with anyone at that time.
Now you should understand that I had never written any story and I normally wouldn’t have even contemplated such an endeavor. For those who have never taken the time to write one I can tell you it isn’t as easy as you may think to come up with a good story line and put it into words that will keep the readers interested. But Crystal had implanted the seeds for the whole thing by those messages I was constantly getting over the net and was continually sending me more and more information for the story.
In reality Crystal wanted to tell her own story about someone close to her but she wanted to do it in a way that no one would suspect it to be a real life story. One that she was intimately involved in. As Sir Walter Scott said so eloquently and I quote "Oh what a tangled web we weave, When first we practise to deceive!" Now she wasn’t about to get involved in the telling of it by writing it and posting it as one of her stories. That would be too obvious to some of her acquaintances, as they would figure it out eventually.
After having breakfast and making sure the dishes were washed, I asked Dawn if she would excuse me as I checked my computer for messages before we were to leave. I could receive messages at anytime from any of the authors but only Crystal was able to send me the kind that would alter my mind. I had to make my appointment for my electrolysis sessions as I had been programmed to do.
While I was at the computer I logged on to the Internet using my new cable DSL hookup. My old phone modem had been replaced by this new system so that I would have the fastest access to the Internet and my subliminal messages thanks in no small part to my unseen benefactors. By now, you know whom I’m talking about that I’m sure of.
As I walked to the library where my computer was setup the sound of my heels would make that all so familiar sound of clicking as each heel of the shoes I was wearing would make contact with the hard wood floor. It made me just feel so feminine and whatever the height of the heels would be I would always get these delicious feelings knowing I was born into the most marvelous gender anyone could be fortunate enough to have thrust upon them. Males would never know the joys associated with female clothes excepting for the few in our society who might try it for a lark. In addition, those small groups of Cross Dresses and Transsexuals that would try to emulate us were hoping that they could someday join our ranks as females. Yea, lots of luck to those sorry males. They would never know what it was really about as if I would know.
Boy, what I didn’t know was that I was one of them myself.
I immediately went to my bookmarks and clicked on it to open it up. Then moving my mouse down to my shopping folder I opened it up to display about 22 different sites that I had moved into the folder over the course of my ongoing feminization. Positioning the cursor on the site smallbreastsolutions.com I clicked the left button on the mouse to take me to their site.
I was almost out of my supply of their "Complete System" product and would need to get another few months’ supply of their Sher Breast Cream. These as were described in the advertising as being able to give you an increase in your breast size without the use of hormones.
The advertisement that they showed on their site of this girl was a before and after photo of her that were taken just 4 months apart from each other. WOW was there a difference in her breasts is an understatement.
Even though I was now taking estrogen hormones, I was made to take these products also. No implants were to be part of my transformation as this was also a sort of test that some of the authors wanted so that they could see for themselves if these products worked. Yea, they themselves or at least some of them wanted to use the product themselves and needed a true test as to its ability to in fact grow breasts on a male.
Most everyone knows that this type of stuff is a crapshoot and these sites for the most part don’t tell the truth about their products. They seem to exaggerate the ability of their products to do whatever they claim. What they want is your money most of the time. So, what are a few false hoods to them when they know that your never going to complain about not achieving the results you expect.
Now that I was using the product with what would be called remarkable results those authors who were inquisitive about the results that could be attained were satisfied and could themselves indulge in using the products either on themselves or on other unsuspecting subjects. The world was their oyster so to speak in regards to my testing of the products.
There were times when Dawn and I would rub the cream into each others breasts. WOW, was that a sensual feeling. Let me tell you that that was one of the greatest sensations I ever had. When Dawn rubbed that cream into my breasts it was almost as good as our most intimate touching of each other would bring to me. My nipples would respond immediately pushing out and getting very sensitive in such a delightful way.
After placing my order for my breast cream and spray I went again to my bookmarks and highlighted www.inhousepharmacy.com now this site would take me to my source for hormones and other products that I could acquire off shore away from the prying eyes of those authority figures who frowned on such things.
However, I did need to replenish my source of female hormones. Even though some of the authors who were doctors could supply these items it was determined that at anytime an author could quit for whatever reason they had. Hence it would be wise for me to obtain my hormone supplies from a reliable source without having to get a prescription from a doctor. This off shore pharmacy would require nothing more than a credit card.
It’s apparent that they were in business for some time and had amassed quite a following. They were dependable and reliable with fantastic service.
Some of the authors wanted to make a list of items that really worked and list them on the site for anyone interested in making changes to either themselves or others whether they would be unsuspecting or not is unclear.
Yea, they had a successful test subject for the products. I knew that for sure every time I looked in a mirror or moved my body. I could feel those things, and by my newly acquired standards, they felt great. How was I to know or even care?
Quit frankly I now believe every male should have breasts. If they did, they could find the joy that every girl has found. Can you just imagine the aroused feeling each lover would have? I can’t put it into words but I can feel it right now as I fondle mine while I write this article for your pleasure.
Here I go drifting again from my story. I’m sorry please forgive me I just get so emotional sometimes now with all the hormones cursing thru my body. I really can’t help myself.
I would always look at the testimonials page whenever one was available. You could almost feel the happiness of these people, as they all seemed to dolt over their newly found self-esteem in part due to the product that they had used.
This site contained a frequently asked question page also and I had gone to it when I had logged onto the page the very first time. The apparently had to male subjects that were using their products and mentioned that they were hopping to post the results of these two when more information was available.
Having placed my order with my credit card that now had my new name on it, I logged onto "StorySite Polling Place." This was my personal poll with questions that were used to make determinations as to my progress. As no one else could log on to my site it was truly an ingenious way of keep track of just how I was coming along with all the new feelings and body changes I was going through.
Over the past few months as my answers to the questions were reviewed they would make small adjustments to my brainwashing program. This was necessary to continue with all the requirements that were constantly being forced upon my body and brain with only one thing being paramount to their needs. Make him a feminine girl with no regards as to now her new mind and body.
If I weren’t in this fix so to speak, I would have to give them credit for their ability to pull this sort of thing off. Hell, I would have enjoyed reading this fantasy. I don’t even know if our government has this type of ability to setup something like this.
As I sat at the computer Dawn had come up to me from behind and had started to rub my shoulders with her perfectly manicured hands. She would do this when she thought I was somewhat tense.
And believe me I was tense. Every time she was near me, I seemed to feel tense since we had begun to get increasingly more intimate. I did relax when she did give me a massage but in place of the tenseness, she made my sexual desire for her body rise to an almost fever pitch. This being caused by the programming to move me deeper into what was to become my newly acquired sexual orientation.
I quickly moved to my bookmarks and positioned my mouse cursor onto www.waspcreations.com I needed to send Amy a thank you note telling her how much I appreciated her work in regards to my newest corset. I know she appreciated those letters and notes from her clientele. And in my prior life as a male I would never think of doing this sort of thing, but now I felt it was what was required of me, and it always made me feel good expressing my feelings.
Finishing my work on the computer and logging off I managed to squirm away from those hands of Dawn’s and turned to her as I picked up the phone to make engagements for my electrolysis and my hair transplant.
Dawn sensed I had to make this call and moved to the seat located next to the fireplace fidgeting with her hair as I made my arrangements. I talked to Judy at the salon and she said she had a surprise for me when I arrived. What a day this was turning out to be.
"Ok Dawn, I’m ready if you are for the salon."
"That’s great Diane. I overheard your conversation on the phone and really think your doing the right thing about your hair problem."
"Yes, you know I’ve been thinking about it for these last few months and think that this will solve my problems concerning my hair. It’s just so strange when I think of it. Do you realize on the one hand I want to get rid of most of my hair and on the other I want to add some hair?"
We both giggled at that remark as we headed for the door to leave.
"Diane! You forgot to open the packages I brought in for you."
"OH, your right I’ll do it now before we head out for Glen Falls."
I walked to the kitchen to retrieve the packages from the table where they both now resided.
Taking the small one I opened it and found it to contain a small locket on a delicate gold chain. No letter or note was included with the locket so I had no idea who had sent it. I looked at Dawn with a questioning expression.
Dawn looked at me and said. "I didn’t send it. I have no idea who you have as an admirer except for me."
As I looked admiring it with its delicate chain Dawn moved closer and took the locket in her hands to examine it. Then looking at me, she moved around behind me, draped it around my neck, and fastened the clasp behind my neck.
"You know it’s beautiful and you should wear it as long as it’s not costing you anything. Besides, it looks really expensive and it does enhance your appearance. Take a look in the mirror and you’ll see what I mean."
Touching the locket, I walked into the small powder room off the foyer and looked at my reflection in the mirror. I seemed to get a feeling of warmth as I looked at my reflection. The locket seemed to hang just far enough down into my now growing divide between my breasts. It was as Dawn had said, it was beautiful and it seemed to sparkle when the light would hit it. I would almost say it had a hypnotic effect on me but that would have been impossible.
I could see the little crystals surrounding its circumference I didn’t think they were real diamonds but you know the old saying I think it was Marilyn Monroe who said it "diamonds are a girls best friend." The chain had a silver thread intertwining with the predominantly gold color of it. I knew no one who would have sent me such an expensive piece of jewelry and wondered if Dawn was right about a secret admirer.
I stood there looking at myself when Dawn walked up and handed me the other package.
"Well Diane, now I can see you’re in dream land but, I would hope you have the time to still take a look at what I brought you."
"Oh Dawn, you know I always have time for you. Let me see what has you all worked up about. I wouldn’t want you to feel neglected after all you’re my favorite girlfriend."
Taking the package from her, I slowly started to unwrap it taking my sweet old time with it. I knew that it would drive Dawn crazy and I just wanted to make her think I wasn’t interested although I really couldn’t wait to see what she had for me. I took so much time that Dawn couldn’t take it any longer and grabbed the box from my hands and said she had enough of my torment and tore the wrapping off the box and pulled the top off the box. What was in the box was one of the loveliest dresses I had ever seen.
As she pulled the dress out of the box being careful to let it unfold before my eyes I almost begged her to let me try it on. But, no way was her answer to my pleading.
"You can’t wear it. At least not yet."
"Why? Why can’t I try it on? It’s beautiful and I’m dying to put it on."
I really felt compelled to be encased within that dress. You can’t understand what I was feeling. Somewhere along the way to my new gender, I had been programmed to feel the need to wear things like this dress. Neither Dawn nor I knew that but it was in fact true.
"To put it quite simply, your not the right size yet. It’s a size 9 and you’re still not down to that size yet. That’s why. And yes, I knew you would want to wear it as soon as you saw it. That’s the point, that’s why it’s a size 9. If you really want to wear it then you’ll have to loose the weight and work on your figure to get into it, now it’s your choice as to whether or not you get to wear it." This was Dawn’s answer to my request.
"DAWN, your going to pay for this I’ll get even someway for your wicked ways."
We both started to laugh at the situation but I knew within my heart and mind she gave me the dress to get me to loose those extra pounds and get my body back to what even I believed was my rightful figure. I knew as I had stated before I had been born a female and that nothing would stop me from my birthright. I could, I would, I will continue until my dying breath, if it was necessary to bring about my rightful place in society. That of being female right down to my genitals.
The dress was a beautiful Red silk cloth (real silk at that) with slim shoulder straps that seemed to have been embroidered. They crossed at the back where the low cut back would be extremely suggestive having an opening going almost down to the top of ones rear end. The straps weren’t made of a solid material, they were what I would consider to have been made with a fine thread and sort of made into straps by crocheting or some similar method. They seemed to draw your attention to the delicate intricate pattern that constituted their make up. The length of the skirt would come about mid calf from what I could tell. It also had an uneven hemline and a slit going partially up to just where your thigh would start. It would definitely show off a good amount of thigh and legs. To say it would be form fitting and leave nothing to the imagination could be construed as an understatement. The neck came down enough that when the dress was zipped up the area covering the breasts would pull them together and give them an uplift exposing almost an indecent amount of cleavage and flesh. The cutout of the neck had a delicate lace pattern, which helped with the effect, and was heart shaped.
There was no doubt that anyone wearing this dress would have to be confident with her anatomy and be willing to handle the stares it would elicit from both men and women. That was most definite from my short observation of the dress as Dawn replaced it in its box.
"Oh Dawn I can’t believe how lovely the dress is, but it’s just so revealing and daring. Where do you expect me to wear it?"
Just then, I gave her a long passionate kiss to thank her for her gift but this time she pulled away before either she or I got too hot from the embrace.
"Diane, when you can get into THIS DRESS without splitting the seams then I’m going to take you to one of the best restaurants in New York City." She said. "It’s going to be a cerebration of sorts and one of my other girlfriends even said she would join us. I know your going to like her; we all have so much in common it’s uncanny. She’s means everything to me, at least until I met you. You’ll going to see, we’ll have the greatest time. I’m sure your going to love her as much as I do. In addition, to top it off it won’t cost us anything for the evening out. Who knows we may even get lucky." She said smiling.
This statement from Dawn was a total surprise to me although I knew that she managed to get almost all her meals at those New York clubs for free. She would constantly tell me how she was always being mistaken for Catherine Zeta Jones. Apparently, when you’re a star like her, you get all sorts of gifts and dinners for free. Dawn would just accept the gifts and play the part of Catherine whenever she thought it wouldn’t hurt anyone. One of her reasons she had stated was that almost no one remained on the top or in demand for long in Hollywood, so she was going to enjoy the fruits of Catherine’s star status while she was a hot commodity in Hollywood and the silver screen.
"OK, let’s get going now we have appointments remember?" said Dawn as she broke the spell I was in just dreaming of that night that would be forthcoming.
As we walked to her Jaguar after locking the house, all I could think of was how I was going to look in that dress. Yes, I would have to make a concerted effort and many sacrifices to attain my rightful size 9 but it would be worth it. That night I was sure I would be dreaming of that day. Going to New York City for that promised dinner. Dawn knew just how to wrap me around her finger when it came to things like this. And to tell the truth I didn’t mind it one bit.
As we drove to Glen Falls for our appointments and some shopping, I thought about that dress and how it would make me look. I could imagine myself looking not only sexy and alluring but at the same time it would make me look almost like a slut, excepting that anyone who knew anything about dresses would know that the dress was a custom designed dress that was made by some famous designer just for me. I hoped that I could pull it off knowing the impression it would give. But what the heck, I knew we would be going to an upscale restaurant and I’m sure Dawn would be wearing something similar to what I would be wearing and that that would in fact be what some of the more widely known movie stars would wear if they did indeed have the body for it.
What I did want even more was to meet this other girlfriend of Dawn’s. She had talked about her a few times and always seemed to change the subject when she caught herself mentioning her more than she thought she should. I could never get her to tell me more than the most minimal of things about her. She was a stranger to me but I had this feeling that I would indeed love her as much as Dawn did. It did seem strange to me though that Dawn was going to bring this mysterious girl that she didn’t talk about much to the celebration that she had mentioned.
I was lost in thoughts when after about an hour into our ride Dawn started talking about my upcoming surgery. I really hadn’t given it much thought until then. As we discussed my options, which to this point were finalized pertaining to my facial changes, she told me about a process in which the surgeon could temporarily fix my deformity between my legs.
"Diane, you really should give consideration to letting the doctor make some changes to your genitals. It wouldn’t be a permanent change and you can’t believe the effect that he can attain with some simple tucking and moving around of that deformity you have. A little stitching that’s not permanent will go a long way with helping your self-esteem and give you back your feminine contours you had before, and to tell you the truth I had the same problem myself. It seems like yesterday to me when I was little different than you."
I had been looking out the window as she was talking but when she came to the part about herself having the operation, I turned my head to look at her in disbelief.
"Dawn your kidding YOU had the same problem I have? I can’t believe you had the same problem I have?"
"Diane, I’m somewhat ashamed even now telling someone about this part of my life but I know if anyone would understand what it was like for me with that deformity I know it will be you. That’s why I’m telling you. Your surgery for your face is coming up soon and I think while you’re in for that you should give serious consideration to have the other thing taken care of. In fact, I had the procedure done by the same Clinic your having your facial surgery at. They’re just terrific surgeons I’m sure they would do it for you at the same time."
I looked down at the area between my legs thinking about the appliance I was now forced to wear. The "V-String" was in fact doing its intended job but the fact was that I would dearly love to rid myself of it if I could find a way to do it and still retain the shape it gave to my newly formed body that I had been given, or should I say forced to obtain.
It was agreed upon by the authors that I would obtain the "V-String" initially so that they could get an idea of its potential use of the product for some of their own use. And why not? This was the consensus taken by them. They had a subject and it would suit their purposes to separate the better products from the bad before moving me on to another step in my feminization.
Hey, try whatever’s out there and give it a real life test was the joke being used by the members of this story site.
I was after all a test subject and their ever expanding list of transformation requirements were still being modified and updated whenever the authors would use Crystal’s private chat-room. As I progressed through my ever-increasing changing body and mind, someone would ask for a ruling on another body or mind change.
It’s really fascinating how they handled this unlawful use of subliminal messaging being beamed into my unsuspecting head. Let alone the medical manipulations taking place as to surgery and hormones. God, they were going all out and even using some medications on me that were still in test stages. One of the authors worked for "Merck Pharmaceuticals" and they had access to all the unlicensed chemicals being tested at the facilities test center.
I would have never believed something like this could become a reality if it wasn’t happening to me. I felt as if it was all a fantasy that only people would write about. Nothing like the changes taking place in me could be forced onto some unsuspecting subject without their willing cooperation. Or so I thought prior to any changes that had happened to me.
By the time we reached our destination in Glen Falls, I had come to the inevitable conclusion that I would obtain the procedures that Dawn had told me about. It was now programmed in my head. Therefore, along with some other things we had discussed I knew then that the original time table I had originally set for the operations I had scheduled it would now take at least 3 hours longer.
Now as Dawn swung the Jaguar into the parking lot of the hair salon, my thoughts changed to what was awaiting me with regards to my electrolysis. I didn’t really like the procedure as it did hurt somewhat, but I knew that with every charge of electricity I would be that much closer to loosing that much more hair.
"Here we are." Said Dawn as she parked the car.
"I just get this warm feeling every time I come here I can’t seem to explain it Dawn, but even though my hair removal stings and even hurts at times I can’t figure out why I still enjoy the process." I said as I looked at the storefront window.
"Oh Diane your just feeling like a girl that’s all sweetheart. Now lets go in I can’t wait to get my new hair style."
Leaving the confines of the car we entered the salon. However as I was approaching the reception desk Judy who normally did the electrolysis came up to me telling me in a somewhat excided voice that they now had the new laser hair removal system. She went on to explain as I walked with her to the back room that it would not only rid me of my unsightly hair but that it was almost painless to boot.
I think at that moment I could have kissed her knowing that I wouldn’t have to endure those sharp needles any longer.
Meanwhile, Sandy took Dawn to her chair where she was going to receive her hair treatment today. Dawn was going to get the full works today with a pedicure and facial along with whatever else was available.
Judy was something else; she didn’t have the appearance of most women being somewhat less defined in regards to her shape. She could never be call shapely or could for that matter feminine. She had a deep voice for a girl her age, but that never seemed to bother her.
I wondered to myself why she wouldn’t take more pride in herself and try to loose some weight and look more appealing.
One of the changes I received from my required reading while logged onto the StorySite apparently made me never question the identity of another person’s gender. If they dressed as a female then I would never bring up anything to either them or anyone else as to my perception of them being more male than female.
I on the other hand couldn’t abide by my former shape. I still can’t understand what makes some girls take care of their bodies and others could care less. Maybe It’s something in the genes. Even some gender born girls seem to have this attitude and seem happy enough with themselves to be either fat not even care about their appearance.
As I was made comfortable before my laser treatment was to start Judy handed me a set of earphones that were hooked up to a CD player. These I put on like I had done so many times before. The same sounds that were so familiar to me when I was at home were piped thru the speakers now covering my ears and after a short time I seemed to drift off into a restful sleep.
The laser treatment was marvelous compared to the old method of hair removal. I received much more coverage with this appointment and the drawbacks were minimal. Wow, what a difference, I recommend the procedure to all us girls who would like some hair removed.
The next thing I can remember is getting up the next morning with Dawn lying next to me. She was wearing one of her corsets that she had obtained from Amy as was I. Whenever we had the time we would put on corsets with stockings along with 4" spiked heels before making love to each other.
Apparently after getting home from the salon we dressed in our most sexy garments to heighten our sexual encounter. Dawn had brought some of her own clothing months ago and had been using one of the other bedrooms to put her things in.
Having sex was now something I enjoyed like I had never been able to before. I’m sure that it was attributable in some part to the estrogen being pumped thru my veins by the transdermal transplant along with the other chemicals I had been taking orally.
However you mustn’t forget the constant changes being forced into my brain by those subliminal messages. They were surely being used in some way to make me feel the necessity for having sex and the need for even more as I progressed toward total feminization and the longing for another female lesbian encounter.
I think that Crystal and possibly some of the others wanted my sexual orientation to go toward lesbian sex and as she could control my desires in this regard I would follow her suggestions. Her motives were unknown to me or anyone else. She had the last word and no one would be able to question her as she controlled the messages I received.
I’m sure that there were some authors that would like my sexual orientation to go the other way but this was one of a few items that she wouldn’t budge on.
There was one author that I was told about upon my being allowed to remember some things who put up so much flack about this that Crystal asked that they discuss the matter in her private chat room. After just two hours of chatting with Crystal that author no longer questioned her or ever made another comment. I can only theorize and it’s my own opinion that she used the same subliminal techniques on that author, and maybe even more authors than this one. Who knows for sure?
I’m sure none of the authors would have the faintest of ideas about this. You see if they were tamed by the messages then they themselves wouldn’t have any idea as to the manipulation of their own thought patterns.
I would love to know for sure, I would think it ironic that these same individuals who wanted to take my prior life from me would be themselves put under similar changes. Oh, wouldn’t it just be darling making all of them into something similar to what they themselves wrote about.
If I had my way it would be a slow process so that anyone close to them would not suspect something was happening to change their own orientation to that of a more feminized male to be totally transformed at a latter date. Not like the accelerated pace I seemed to be having to endure.
Enough with my own fantasy let me get back to my transformation.
Though normal sex with Dawn was something that had brought me to new highs that I had never been to prior to my transformation. Having sex dressed like we were now would make us both feel like we were in heaven.
My bedroom had been changed slightly since I had moved into it from the prior one I had used as a male some 3 months ago. I now had mirrors placed so that when we were sexually engaged we could glance just about in any direction and see our reflection.
I had a mirror placed above the bed, above the headboard, one on the wall opposite the foot of the bed and one on the walls on each side of the bed. Both Dawn and I would constantly sneak a glance at ourselves as we continued to make love to each other. Just looking at the two sex starved images made us that more passionate and would drive us to greater sexual fulfillment.
I loved looking at myself in one of the mirrors when we were making love. I could see my now blossoming breasts that were pushed up by the restriction of the corset and my narrow waist giving me a definite hourglass figure. And, with my almost sheer nylon stockings showing off my shapely legs I felt like I was in heaven.
On top of that, when we were in bed and I had on my spiked heels and sparkling jewelry along with my corset it made me look like some sex-starved hooker who’s only concern was to satisfy herself and that of her lover. God, I don’t know why but looking somewhat sluttish I brought myself, and Dawn to greater heights in my lovemaking.
When dressed like that, we couldn’t help but have the most wonderful orgasms that you could imagine. I can’t fathom why more people don’t try to look like this to please their lovers. Yes, it may be somewhat restrictive but believe me when you’re in the troughs of passion you don’t feel anything but sexual excitement.
When Dawn finally woke we gave each other a passionate kiss signifying our love that each of us had for the other. At the time I keep thinking what this feeling between the two of us would lead to. As for myself I knew that I could spend the rest of my life loving this beautiful creature lying next to me and I hoped that Dawn felt the same way. By all indications even without saying this to Dawn I could feel that she had the same desire as I did.
"Dawn" I said "I’m going to miss you when I go to Canada to the Clinic. I wish you could come with me"
"Diane, I would if I could get away but you know that my job demands my attention right now and if I can pull off this deal that I’m working on I may just be able to spend that much more time with you. I still have so much more to teach you about."
"Yes, I know but I will miss you ‘’Soooo much, you know it too don’t you."
"Hey," Dawn responding to my comment. " You know you mentioned that you knew someone who lives in Canada, didn’t you? May be you can get in touch with her and you and her can get together while you’re at the clinic."
"Yea, your right." I said. "I’ll send her an email later today. She did say that if I make it to Montreal anytime soon to let her know and she could show me around the city. Maybe this will give me a chance to finally meet her in person. But I have to tell you that I would prefer your company any time Dawn and you know that."
While I had intended to visit no one in Canada while I was there for my facial reconstruction I had made a friend who from my Internet reading assignments. I had had a few fe-mail exchanges with this person. Her name was Debbie Cybill, and she unknown to me was one of the original conspirators. She was one of the authors who had been instrumental in my transformation to that of a Transgendered female. True you could say she had no idea I would be picked as the subject but as one of the original authors to bring up the transformation subject on Crystal’s Cyber-Board she was given some leeway in monitoring me. This would be her contribution to my Transgendered change.
With that said again we kissed and continued with our love making as if we had been doing it all night long. Yes, I would miss Dawn on my trip, there’s no doubt about it.
Later that day I would indeed fe-mail Debbie and she would accept my offer to meet. She was expecting my fe-mail to her and would know I would be coming up to Montreal.
How she knew that I would be in Montreal at this time seemed to be just one of the many coincidences I was having. Her apparent assignment was to make me feel comfortable. In addition, to give me any needed reinforcement with regards to my female identity. I wouldn’t have access to any computer while staying in Montreal. The operations I would receive and recovery would take a few days therefore Crystal along with the gang of authors wanted to make sure that I was kept not only on my doctors medication and proper care but that I would receive the mind changing subliminal messages reinforcing my brainwashing.
The authors, who had what you might think of as having a stake in me, thought that Crystal was being very considerate to arrange this part of my metamorphosis into a girl. Me? I would have another thing to say if I could. Now thinking about it I don’t think I actually would have objected. My mental and physical changes to this point in time were way above anyone’s expectations and I could no longer fight it or even care. As if I fought it anytime before this point in time.
Later that day as Dawn and I had breakfast she said that she would like to have me meet some of her friends that she thought I would like to meet. And we discussed it with my agreeing to a small informal type of get together.
Dawn had mentioned during the conversation that almost all her friends had similar hobbies and personalities. She said with conviction that I was sure to like every one of them. I could almost never refuse Dawn when she said some things and I can only postulate that it was due to the programming I had received.
However there were times when I was given the ability to refuse her of some menial things, but never something as important as this was to be.
What was to take place in fact was that after my return from Montreal and my recovery period due to my facial and other operations she had been instructed to make plans for the selected committee members to get a first hand up and personal inspection of me.
This would of course have some bearing on my final transformation. That in essence being what would entail my Sex Reassignment Surgery. The party would be the perfect disguise for them to look me over. Even with the constant questions I would answer on the "StorySite" polling web page, the one only I could access, they still needed a way to evaluate my progress if they were to move forward with the OPERATION.
After Dawn left I went into the Library and logged onto the www.storysite.org/web page to continue with my indoctrination. Apparently now they preferred the use of the word indoctrination as a more humane way of describing what they were doing to me. Wasn’t that just darling of them, those, those, well you fill in the blanks. I can’t say what I really want to say. It must be some sort of block incorporated in my brainwashing.
With my new DSL hookup I was on the site in no time at all. Moving the mouse to my polling site I clicked the mouse button to see what new questions were here for me to answer. There always seemed to be at least 25 or more new questions and even though some of them I had answered before I would answer them again. It would seem that as my indoctrination progressed, my mental attitude pertaining to my new Transgendered life stile would change slightly to show the effects of my progression down the seemingly never ending abyss that Crystal and her co-horts were taking me.
Their current goal was for the complete feminization of me. I was to become the epitome of feminization, at least by the author’s standards. This of course is debatable as some people had different ways of determining feminization, but for the most part I think they could truthfully say that they were succeeding with the indoctrination.
Having completed my polling questions I moved my mouse pointer to Home and went back to the main page. There I went to the what’s new section to see what was new. This was where I would normally find the stories that Crystal wanted me to read, they contained some subliminal messages I had to read.
Selecting one of the many stories appearing on the site I picked out what I thought would be a good story for my required reading and started to read about the forced feminization of a guy by his best friend or wife. The story contained most of the standard fare as these stories normally had. Even though all of them had that same theme there would be subtle differences between all the different authors and something was learned and incorporated into my subconscious whenever I read a new story.
They would find a willing or for that matter an unwilling subject and for the person to take hormones and subjugate that person into the desired feminized female they should have been since birth. Well, that’s what I got out of it when I read the stories. I’m sure that not only did the stories themselves give me a dose of brainwashing, but then again the messages hidden within the monitor I was watching as I read the stories did more than enough to keep me under control.
I’m sorry but, Crystal say’s I have to go now. I don’t know why as I can remember a little more than I’ve written here however, I have no choice in the matter and I must leave you to ponder what I’ve just added to my story.
Love and Kisses
Diane
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